A question that could bring up the opportunity for me to tell the following story would go something like this, "Hey, did you get any good pictures at the Prince concert?" And my reply would be the following semi-lengthy, Adventure's In Babysitting sort of saga. We went to London in the middle of our trip to Scotland because we had purchased Prince tickets. My travel compadres asked me if I was semi-Asian because I took so many pictures (bless their hearts). I had a loaded memory card full of great pics of Scotland when I entered the Prince concert. I got a little bored and so I started snapping photos. I ONLY did this after I asked security if it was okay, and only after checking my ticket to make sure it wasn't prohibited. I got some good shots of him and some good video. The concert ended, everyone evacuated, and THEN when 3/4 of the people were gone, Prince came back on! Like the weirdo's we are, we ran back into the concert. I was RIGHT in front of him. I could have licked him, I was so close. I guess you could say I got caught up in the moment and I sat there right in front of him videoing him. Pretty cool, right? Well, his 350 lb. PERSONAL body guard didn't think so!!! The next thing I knew it felt like someone was strangling me with my camera strap. I turned around to encounter the Incredible Hulk (with body hair) in person yelling "you know better than this!". He grabbed my arm while cussing at me and dragging me out of the arena. I had NO idea where my groupies were. I instantly started thinking "where do people who do this stuff go? Time out? A penalty box? Media prison? REAL prison? To Buckingham palace to apologize the Queen while kissing her pinkie ring? Eek!" Like any good Flinstone would do, I used my feet as breaks to stop the bus (to stop him from dragging me any further)! I looked at him and said "No!" Long story short... he yelled in my face, some guy told him to take his hands off me, Mr. Hulk asked nice man if he wanted a piece of him, Mr. Hulk said he was going to break my camera, I started crying (when all else fails, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do) and begging and PLEADING in order to save my Scotland pictures. He somehow SCARED my memory card out of me and at the last second he promised to erase Prince pictures ONLY and that I could pick up the memory card at the Production Office after. It took 2 hours post concert to locate and CRY my way to the memory card. I probably talked to over 25 security people that night (Lisa and I). The head of Security of the O2 Arena (Mr. Pirates of the Caribbean) FINALLY tracked down the Prince entourage and found Mr. Hulk, who gave up my memory card. When the card was presented to me by Mr. Pirates of the Caribbean, I asked him if I could hug him. Lisa and I cried on our way out of the Arena (real tears this time). We decided we got the disk back ONLY because we had been faithful in reading our scripture every single night on our vacation (seriously... who does that). This experience makes me cherish my Scotland pictures EVEN more. The funny thing... was that the Prince staffers decided 1 1/2 hours INTO the concert not to allow photography... and forgot to tell the rest of us. Hmfff. Whateveh! So, NO... I didn't end up with any pics of Prince. Thanks for asking though ;o)
THE NELSONS
.... WRITING TO REMEMBER LIFE'S BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS...
Friday, August 10, 2007
Still Crrrrazy: Part 3
A question that could bring up the opportunity for me to tell the following story would go something like this, "Hey, did you get any good pictures at the Prince concert?" And my reply would be the following semi-lengthy, Adventure's In Babysitting sort of saga. We went to London in the middle of our trip to Scotland because we had purchased Prince tickets. My travel compadres asked me if I was semi-Asian because I took so many pictures (bless their hearts). I had a loaded memory card full of great pics of Scotland when I entered the Prince concert. I got a little bored and so I started snapping photos. I ONLY did this after I asked security if it was okay, and only after checking my ticket to make sure it wasn't prohibited. I got some good shots of him and some good video. The concert ended, everyone evacuated, and THEN when 3/4 of the people were gone, Prince came back on! Like the weirdo's we are, we ran back into the concert. I was RIGHT in front of him. I could have licked him, I was so close. I guess you could say I got caught up in the moment and I sat there right in front of him videoing him. Pretty cool, right? Well, his 350 lb. PERSONAL body guard didn't think so!!! The next thing I knew it felt like someone was strangling me with my camera strap. I turned around to encounter the Incredible Hulk (with body hair) in person yelling "you know better than this!". He grabbed my arm while cussing at me and dragging me out of the arena. I had NO idea where my groupies were. I instantly started thinking "where do people who do this stuff go? Time out? A penalty box? Media prison? REAL prison? To Buckingham palace to apologize the Queen while kissing her pinkie ring? Eek!" Like any good Flinstone would do, I used my feet as breaks to stop the bus (to stop him from dragging me any further)! I looked at him and said "No!" Long story short... he yelled in my face, some guy told him to take his hands off me, Mr. Hulk asked nice man if he wanted a piece of him, Mr. Hulk said he was going to break my camera, I started crying (when all else fails, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do) and begging and PLEADING in order to save my Scotland pictures. He somehow SCARED my memory card out of me and at the last second he promised to erase Prince pictures ONLY and that I could pick up the memory card at the Production Office after. It took 2 hours post concert to locate and CRY my way to the memory card. I probably talked to over 25 security people that night (Lisa and I). The head of Security of the O2 Arena (Mr. Pirates of the Caribbean) FINALLY tracked down the Prince entourage and found Mr. Hulk, who gave up my memory card. When the card was presented to me by Mr. Pirates of the Caribbean, I asked him if I could hug him. Lisa and I cried on our way out of the Arena (real tears this time). We decided we got the disk back ONLY because we had been faithful in reading our scripture every single night on our vacation (seriously... who does that). This experience makes me cherish my Scotland pictures EVEN more. The funny thing... was that the Prince staffers decided 1 1/2 hours INTO the concert not to allow photography... and forgot to tell the rest of us. Hmfff. Whateveh! So, NO... I didn't end up with any pics of Prince. Thanks for asking though ;o)
